ame
long, narrow, dingy street, the little girl still walking by his side.
Swiftly they walked, and in silence, like persons who are sure of their
destination, and know that they are in the right way, though they had
not said a word to each other on that subject since they set out in the
path.

"What is that?" at length asked Tiny, stopping short in the street.

"A tolling bell," said the girl.

"Do you see a funeral?"

"Yes; don't you?"

Tiny made no answer at first; at length he said, "Let us go into the
churchyard;" and he waited for the beggar girl to lead the way, which
she did, and together they went in at the open churchyard gate.

As they did so, a clergyman was thanking the friends who had kindly come
to help in burying the mother of orphan children. Tiny heard that word,
and he said to the girl, whose name, I ought long ago to have told you,
was Grace--he said, "Are there many friends with the children?"

"No," she answered sadly.

"Are the people poor?" he asked.

"Yes, very poor," said she.

Then Tiny stepped forward when the clergyman had done speaking, and
raised a Hymn for the Dead, and a prayer to the Father of the
fatherless.

When he had made an end, he stepped back again, and took the hand of
Grace, and walked away with her in the deep silence, for everybody in
the churchyard was weeping. But as they went through the gate the
silence was broken, and Tiny heard the clergyman saying, "Weep no
longer, children; my house shall be your home, my wife shall be your
mother. Come, let us go back to our home."

And Grace and Tiny went their way. On, and on, and on, through the
narrow filthy street, out into the open country,--through a desert, and
a forest; and it seemed as if poor Tiny would sing his very life away.
For wherever those appeared who seemed to need the voice of human pity,
or brotherly love, or any act of charity, the voice and Hand of Tiny
were upraised. And every hour, whichever way he went, he found THE
WORLD HAD NEED OF HIM!

They had no better guide than that with which they set out on their
search for the BEAUTIFUL GATE. But Tiny's heart was opened, and it led
him wherever there was misery, and want, and sin, and grief; and flowers
grew up in the path he trod, and sparkling springs burst forth in desert
places.

And then as to his blindness.

Fast he held by the hand of the beggar girl as they went on their way
together, but the film was withdrawing from his eye-b